It has been a bit hasn't it? My bad, I forget to post stuff here every now and then, hyper focused on a private writing matter or gaming. Any who, here's a lovely little comm from someone that wished to stay stay a spooky, scary ghost and give you an early present in the form of two cats, one blob.


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Suppose today would be the odd day for an adventure, wouldn't it? It was sunny outside today, barely a cloud in sight, with an utterance for warmth and delegated heat for the body to properly enjoy by either a poolside with a nice refreshing drink or perhaps by the winds by some sloped ‘mountain’ barely elevated a couple feet up. Soft patches of grass to roll around, dirt mounds the body could fall into and smoothly meld inwards, gazing at the sky as blue turned to orange then… to black. The sky glittering, lights vacant enough from the vicinity to see the very stars in which they would never come to visit but nonetheless enjoy the idea of; the visage of which painted pictures in the mind enough for it to be visible through either word or pen. A good day for a cat like her in her mind, especially with something to pass the time with, by a separate home far enough away from the Metropolitan City she lived within to hunt, to remember a time where the gun in her hands was the arm she extended to her nation's enemies, her knife the claws.

Ten years of service doesn't quite leave the body, even after what felt like a surplus of variable dangerous arrangements, so to come around this secondary home of hers to monitor, clean and shoot something close to the military graded firearms she was gifted, shifting between each one, detaching it slowly and then, rebuilding it back, only to then practice upon the plates and cups she'd soon come to know graciously. Easy, stationary targets, with no heartbeat to make mention of? A God's gift to her.

Though she couldn't complain about her civilian life. It felt… safe, good, like a conclusion to a story. She done her work, did her job for the country and got paid a good salary every month for the service she had put in to make sure the people, her people, were kept guarded; alive to do all the stupid shit they could possibly think of and show it on the internet for those willing to watch and then, laugh. This striped, orange tiger could see why people could enjoy it. Though she preferred the cabin, far away from civilization as to not cause a stir once she decided to pull the trigger, she could understand why exactly people chose this life over being ‘patriotic’. Food was abundant, a lot more so than the meager meals they gave to her to store within a one hundred pound backpack and rather than it being an almost stale combination of what they could conserve within a less-than heated MRT baggy, it was a beautiful combination of spices, vegetables, meats, with shows on cellular devices and TV's comparable to large fictional pieces back when the trees were more abundant than the people living around them.

It was like being on vacation forever and in her case, where her enormous salary was enough to buy a home and still have room for extra? She had the time, the space and physical requirement to enjoy everything this new world would bring her, with a friend to do so with.

Which is why she was almost immediately saddened to be trapped here. “Where are we?” Teeko didn't waste any time with this new place, having long since tried to go back through the very entrance she had somehow procured upon walking down to a restaurant called the ‘Bite Of The Moon’. Her gray ears twitched, belching a deep, gruntled moan from her mouth as she realized what had happened. “No entrance, no exit.”

“We're stuck.”

“Seriously?!”

Exploration was great, amazing. But today wasn't a day for exploring, as it was for eating a decent meal. Can't have that apparently. “Yeah, sorry.” Luckily, she could have Dinah, a good-looking Lynx with snow leopard patterning along the body, along that bosom. “Seems the way we came in closed right after we had entered. So…”

“Turns out, we won’t be munching tonight hun, apologies.”

Dinah cursed and Teeko sighed. She doesn't blame her for being angered at the situation before them. They were walking together, cheeks blooming unto red as Dinah yet again, teased the tigress for her apparent plumping figure. She had a ‘good backside to tingle the senses’ at as a result of her never-ending crusade to try out whatever delicacies that existed in the whole wide world, happening upon American soils with this supposed ‘Italian Spaniard’ by her side as to visit a popular pizzeria to grab a bite. Granted she had… gained a bit of weight during her off years away from military services, but it wasn't too much. As they were walking, the little Lynx kept about it, smacking and wobbling that backside of hers as they were closing in, teasing her for the extra creases she had apparently gained overnight thanks to a small binge. Trying to… up the mood a bit, she revved up her hips by swinging to one side and then swinging to the other.

What an awful idea that was. Reciprocated niceness in the form of a butt bump, right into some vague corner of the world that had entirely swallowed up Dinah. In her haste, she attempted to dive after her and, after wiggling through a bit thanks to the lacking room to push inwards, made it through and landed square on the yellow stained carpentry that was this room.

And many others for that matter. “How the hell did we even get in here?” The how didn’t matter so much as to why they had been so unlucky as to essentially find the one part of the world that even ALLOWED for such traversal of movement. “Are we stuck? Like literally literally?”

She tried to search for an angle, some form of etching to allow them back up. She looks down, a scowl escaping from the mind right onto her usually brightened face. “... Yeah, sorry.”

“GOD DAMN IT!”

Groans across the board, with a sigh coming straight from the tigress, thick fingers pinching the nose in minor frustration. This is bad, really bad. She didn’t bring any supplies with her besides some swiss army knife she convinced this Lynx she could bring and from the looks of it, at least from first glance? This wasn’t going to be an easy journey. Yellow carpentry surrounds the both of them, molds and bits of water staining the walls, the floor, the roof above them, with small transfixes of light to guide them forward as they try to make some distance. “What is this place?” She asked, hoping that her friend would have any idea. Dinah, however, didn’t turn. “You got any idea on where we are currently? Feels like an office space, without desk, chairs or… people.”

“... Maybe?”

Good answer. “Then?” She was fishing for something to run off of, something to give them better direction. “Come on, I know that big brain of yours got something in remembrance of this place-”

“Only thing big here is you Munchkin.” Dinah pinches her cheek, able to stretch it a good distance before letting it go. “Sorry-”

“It's no problem.”

Fidgeting nervousness was to be expected. “Now I'm just hungry.” Though this would be something they'd have to get better control of. “Got anything on you?”

“No, don't usually bring snacks anywhere, especially when you're around, hun.”

Her face dropped; body slumped as their ears flopped down. “Seriously?” Dinah pouted; arms crossed. “Not even a candy bar?”

Teeko shakes her head, earning an annoying gasp. Even if she did have the snacks necessary to allow her some enjoyment through this process of finding an exit, why would Teeko betray her friend as to feeding into a… concurrent issue in regard to that mental space. “Too much randomness anyways, we need to find our bearings.” And a way out of… whatever this place was.

As it wasn't like they were gonna be greeted randomly. From the spaces and rooms alone, signs of life were a tad vacant, chairs and tables randomly strewn around, sometimes shifting from wall to wall and even in some cases having simply being half in the ground, unable to be pulled up. This went along with every bit of furniture that existed, chairs flying, metal cabinets shifting in and out of walls at random will. Even the rooms themselves weren't safe. About three hours into walking, their vision transferred from the bleak and mismatching decor to something more. “What the…?” One would think walls, no matter the design philosophy, would stick to a uniformed idea. Three walls, one entrance, no visible damages besides some scratches marks she was already prepared for with the blade pointing forward. “The walls are changing.”

The walls are different. This piece of property they had fell into felt unreal in its design, like something or someone was attempting to copy the look of an actual office space, straight corners turning jagged at a mere whim, with entrances being extracted, damaged or outright cut into edgeless supportive beams she wasn't sure was even doing much of any job. “Squeeze it, we gotta get through.” And of course, Dinah was quick to go right ahead and get through as quickly as possible, safety being the last thing on their mind as for gathering at least some semblance of distance through this ‘landscape’. “Come on blubber Butt, we gotta move it!”

“Just- W-wait a moment!”

Over the years, she has built up some mass and though most of it was muscle, more meaty bodies always met the same issue: Space. Squelching mass unable to comprehend the limited amount of room available, her ass was met with small, yet intermediate walling that seemed to block her path at every point, the top half no different as she attempted to smush her body through the crevices. “God damn it- Could you please assist me?”

“Oh, stop that, you're fine.”

“I am moving too slowly-”

“You're a big girl; I expect it as such~”

Even in this situation, where they didn't even know if it was day or night by this point, she still found ways to flirt- Timid personality her ass. “Ooh!” Barely a wink of that coffee drinking loneliness in that body whenever they were together, like a total personality change, the small wrinkles in making up that smirk becoming embarrassingly enormous as those words simmered and her eyes boiled into the aforementioned skin. “Babe, you gotta get through, found something you might like!”

“Wha- Ok, one second!”

Slow, but still applicable, her thighs push, calf's mustering up the endurance enough to find a way through quickly enough. Never again is she going to try and do this if it meant she could avoid the incessant tease that was that kitty cat. “Alright-” She brushes herself off, “What did you find?”

“A burger.”

… What? Her head wasn’t following. “You found what?”

“A burger! Look!”

Those mittens, with claws as sharp as the very knife she had around, with no acrylic to speak of, held within her hands a palpable dish. Two seeded buns, plump in its visage, keeping the main ingredients in, heightened by perfection when it came to the rise. The leafy lettuce seemed to glisten, its obvious freshness paired with the tomato slice and the slice of a good ol’ classic American cheddar cheese, overflowing, melting and melding together with the doubling stack of meat that threatened to burst and release a surplus juicy grease at even the lightest squeeze; as was apparent when those claws gave it such, the oily substances coming off of it pouncing the hands and covering the fingers in thick suet she could only see in professional environments, steam escaping, freshness unforgivingly beyond. “And where did you find it?”

“Here.”

Here? In this random room, where nothing exists except a filing cabinet and DOZENS of claw marks? Albeit old, the fact that there were multiple bags surrounding the both of them tucked away in corners surrounding was enough for her to completely ignore the delightful smell that made her nose twitch. “Come on, leave it behind.” Teeko urged, grabbing hold of Dinah’s arm. “It isn’t safe here.”

“It likely won’t be safe anywhere.”
That snippy attitude again… “Just let me enjoy something nice in this damnable place!”

“It’s only been three hours and some minutes.”

“All three of which where we saw nothing but similar rooms, similar furniture, similar walls-”

“Yet here is where we found something different.” Dinah exclaimed; her lips licked as her eyes locked on the small meal. “Not to mention the possible SUPPLIES! Come on, you’re telling me even you wouldn’t spend a little time searching?”

“Especially after all that movement?”

That’s… Urgh. The tiger scratched behind her Lynx-like ears, eyes closed, mind trying to come to some compromise to avoid whatever the hell had clearly marked its spot. They didn’t have weapons, ranged weapons, something to poke a beast or some monster from a distance given reasonable action enough. For them to pause by what smells like a den, albeit an old one… Feels like they were asking to be gutted, much like the likely owners of the packaged goodies surrounding. “Nomf…” At least she would do so. Apparently waiting a second longer was too much for the local foodie of the duo, carnivorous teeth sinking into the meat; juice flying, their irises expanding rapidly as a smile came through. “MMMH!~”

“Holy-”

Two seconds. It took two seconds for it to disappear under a row of teeth and tongue sharp enough to do the cutting for her and one more to lick the ketchup off of the fur on her fingers. “Girl…” Didn’t even bother to try and wait for at least confirmation or even GUESS, just- Ugh… “... Finish choking it down and let’s just quickly search these packs.”

Damn it. She should’ve just swiped it before Dinah could even give a moment more as to even considering munching into some mysteriously placed burg, let alone the area they were IN! Danger hits at every possible corner, with the possibility now being raised skyhigh as to meeting the very thing that had clearly taken others as a likely food source. She can take ONE good look at the area, from the people-less backpacks to the LITERAL ripped piles of clothing and just- Ok, calm down. Obviously, she was hungry, so she'll let it pass. It has been two hours since they last entered and about six extra on top for the journey they were making to that restaurant, maybe the hunger was making her question some decisions, no issue. She walks over to one of the corners, eyes still on the walls. Despite their age and the lack of smell to give her any idea that this… creature might return, she held it in the back of her mind as she gathered close enough to the baggage. Her hands dig through-

Most of these little baggies, bookbags and such were empty, dust having collected enough within and out, without even mentioning the lacking weight to each one’s name, knapsacks most of all having barely a lick of information, items or perhaps some sort of sustenance they would be required to have during this, hopefully, impartial walk to somewhere safe to convene, to better think of some idea on how to escape the mimicry that was this small yellow hellscape- “Here we go!” She exclaims, hand grasping on a rather cold bottle of… Water? “What the actual-”

She unbottles the cap and gives it a sniff. “Almonds? Almond water?” She places it down, reaching into the bag again, pulling out something greasy. “MARSHMALLOWS?!”

Why was it so slippery?! Why did it stain her claws so messily? She squeezed her index and thumb into it, the same greasy ‘goodness’ flowing right out, continually spilling upon the floor for what felt like minutes on end; a small pool forming, before she stopped entirely. “Ugh…” something tells her she shouldn’t bother trying to consume such a snack. “Huh- HEY-”

“STOP!”

Of course she was alone in such a thought, the small sugary token grabbed and then tossed right into the maw without a care in the world. “Mmm~” One chew, two chew, three chew. Nomming as loud as can be, with the gooey chunks melding between the sharpened teeth, grease evidently giving some leeway, before they swallowed. “By God, this place is amazing!” Happiness followed; their eyes guided by a growl from the bowels. “You gotta try those little things, they’re delicious!” The lynx attempts to reach into the baggie, digging through until she eventually comes upon the tiny bag of greasy marshmallows, hand grabbing a handful and just shoving them down. “Gawd-”

”Do you even know what you DID?!”

Svet must get that OUT! “Spit it out!”

She reaches for the bag- One sidestep and an angular disposition later and suddenly, Teeko was looking directly at her midsection from a rather embarrassing position. “STOP MUNCHING!”

“Why?” Dinah scoffed, a twinkle in those eyes sparking up something within that mind of hers. “You wanted some?”

“NO, but!-”

“Then it isn’t a problem, besides,” Her teeth gnashed and chewed, the perpetual chew releasing ounce after ounce of that oddly fresh scented oils Svet, not even three minutes before, managed to squeeze out. “Mmooourp- ‘xcuse me, sorry-”

Too gassy to even… Svet pinches her nose. “Look, it's not like you needed it right?” Dinah raised an eyebrow. “Am I right or am I right?”

How wrong, how horrific, how… HOW… “... Yeah yeah.” Not like she can force her to stop now. “You done?”

“Almost, give me a second-”

God…. She didn’t believe in one, no sir, no siree, but by its holy name, hearing her munch through the baggy like no-one’s business was hitting the mind hard. What was it now? She looks down at her furred wrist. Four hours… Five since they’ve exited the house in search of a good restaurant, four since they’ve entered. Usually, she’d have better meals in stock for situations like this, but it’s… Been a bit since she had something. Her portly stomach growled, small rumbles forcing her belly to wobble slightly. “Got any- Left…” Why did she even bother asking the conspicuously ravenous cat? She holds the empty plastic bag for a moment, watching the cat exit around the corner with a resounding burp as they pat their stomach. “Fuuuuu-”

Well, at least it wouldn’t get worse.

They continued on, knapsack on Teeko’s back, very few supplies to garner- Though now equipped with the means to better contain whatever may lay in front of them, Teeko wasn’t truly focused on that. No, rather, her friend. She had failed to better contain Dinah's sudden requirement to eat during this rather precarious time in their journey and it hadn't even been more than a day going straight in. She did imagine she'd have better opportunities to hold that gal down, force her to back off, swivel off the course she was clearly trying to get into, with how much frolicking she seemed to be in the mood for now of all things, so she walked and continued to do so-

To no avail. The rooms didn't change much, if at all, with the only minor exception being that there would always be a line of items stationed every couple of points forward, whether lined with food stuffs, candy or drinks to keep their hydration levels up, it didn't really matter much. With how much there was, she thought, at some point, perhaps there were people here before, exploring the place; leaving behind items enough for the recently entered individuals to get their bearings in, to settle down with the idea of being stuck here permanently. The more they traversed, the more they found, the more Dinah ate-

The less she felt any appetite coming about. God forsake them, these items weren't randomly scattered either. Rooms would have old claw marks all over, old scents denying any recent activity coming into existence, but it would almost always be the same: They find a good room to station themselves in, park themselves down for a moment to simply rest, as they've done for what is now a week, only to wake up to a dozen different snacks widely available to both parties, including Teeko… Something or someone was doing this, on purpose, with no underlying cause to assume a reason for, as again, she had perhaps thought this was a benevolent creature, offering their goods for them to survive off of, to better soothe them down-

No. The Answer was no. “Dinah, you're looking a bit…” Wide? Surface clearing? Like she could grab her and use her like a sweeper to clean up any degree of debris that existed around their new spot? “Comfortable.”

Yeah, that's definitely the word she'd use. “I'm not fat.” Of course, it didn't matter much when she had already mentioned it several times before and now several times today. It had only taken a week for this girl to have a sudden transformation, that nervous wreck demolishing snacks the way she demolished her own body. Suturing fat laid waste on her arms like gunfire, the continuous daily pumping her mind had throttled her to do now becoming so physically evident, that not even the ground was safe from her footsteps, the echoing concavity making itself very much alive through how much sound she made by simply walking around. Her calves were had barely a note of that lean muscle before, it's spreading of the various meats and veggies she was consuming plastered across them, leading into the voluptuous thighs that scraped and tuned into one, never quite leaving the other alone in any venture that wasn't in some performance of a wider stance, their earnest attempt to not stretch the clothing any further than what their mouth had already done.

Then the gut. What does she say? What could she say? She had tried to hold her off, make her back away from the stimulus packages in the form of food and even went as far as to toss the bag into a open hole she had found walking about and two weeks more, she had thought some progress had been made as they made it to what felt like a safe area.

Clearly nothing worked. The gut had already done it's work on the ‘Croco Chocco’ shirt she was wearing just for the occasion, tears showing intermediate amounts of flab that seemingly wanted to spring forth without much, if any, worry for anyone's general safety. “You seriously need to exercise a bit more.” And with a sentence she had continuously repeated over and over, getting sharper and sharper over the excessive consumption of the food and snacks they were trying to save UP, it was like nothing was getting to that head of theirs. “I'm SERIOUS!”

“It isn't even that bad.”

It WAS that bad. So many extrapolating factors that still laid curious, from the food, the rooms and how much sustenance they ran across despite the lacking signs of ACTUAL people surrounding made her think that this was actually some sort of trap, a way to get those on the larger side to eat and eat until eventually something DID happen and she, for the first time in a LONG time- Was afraid. Afraid for her friend, afraid that she'd somehow wake up ALONE, AGAIN, without anyone by her side to venture these mentally debilitating hallways with seemingly no end in sight. So many things happening, occurring within the mind and the physical body that surrounded them, and all this LYNX could think about was her next meal-

When does it stop? “Hey- THATS-” Only when she forces it. She grabbed the burger out Dinah's thickening fingers, watching her bubbly jaws bounce up and down in such hungering drives that would've made anyone else think she was lesser, a damn PRIMATE using food as an excuse to stay lax on her decision making. With how weak Teeko was getting with each passing day, only munching on a couple burgers every few moments, bodily needs becoming less and less a want and more of a NEED- It was more surprising she didn't think of this well before. She tears through the bun, finishing off the greasy, yet somehow grandiose piece of professionalism in a manner comparable to a caveman, making sure that not even a CRUMB was left. “See?! I knew you were just trying to get it for yourself!”

“I'm TRYING to help you.”

“By stealing my food?!”

“By making sure your waistline doesn't expand past the rooms we ENTER.”

Didn't even taste that good in her opinion. It felt like- It felt like an impression on what food actually should be, a GOOD imitation mind her, but an imitation, nonetheless. “Expand past the- This is hardly big when compared to YOU!” Dinah snips, bimbo wings at the end of her triceps flowing up and down, back and forth, in motions unwavering… Like a clock. “You almost got STUCK between the pillars three weeks ago, barely able to muster in until I mentioned I found something, something you said I could have.”

She never… “What?”

“Oh haha, very funny. Next time, if you want one, just ask before you nab my daily sustenance.”

Dinah rolled her eyes, neck squelching to just move as her softening body decided to take the move forward, leaving Teeko to… think. Food was abundant, water even more so, pale imitations of what existed in order to better feed the travelers. It was all but guaranteed that this place was, at least somewhat, alive. It had a presence, an existence comparable to the stories of The Witch and her gingerbread house. Maybe this was an over-exemplification of the actual events that were occurring, maybe this was her mind throwing shade at places or existence that do not deserve the scrutiny- But the fact that that big backed, double chinned friend of hers said that she had made mention or at least given confirmations regarding her incessant need to gobble down whatever surround her, excuses aside, means that physicality wasn't the only thing it could change; even if through less than optimal means… Mentality.

It made her bite her nails, the only thing stopping her from biting down on her tongue to bleed herself being the growls from her stomach. “Fatass.” The Snow Lynx hissed as they went through what looked like their second burger of the day, jostling shoulders threatening to wobble and throw itself into any angle given enough of a push. “You were always the hungrier of us both.”

“I exercise.”

“Yeah, sure, that's definitely what all that thumping was at night.”

She- Ugh. Teeko will have to figure something out, before this gets out of hand- Until then though, she'll… share in the requisitions of a couple meals herself. To make sure of her friend's good movement, to make sure they could both get out of here alive-

Not like there was much else to do for the next couple of weeks anyways. Between burgers, almond water, requirement for showers using said Almond water and the lacking need to, well, be on guard regarding any potential issues, laziness was abundant, laziness was encouraged- A guarantee of safety while standing or at least sitting among the yellow carpentry. Nothing but the dull frequency that still echoed across these halls with the same incessant buzzing that continually kept their sleep to an almost two-to-three-hour intervals when Teeko would've settled for even four.

Though it did seemingly have its benefits- Besides the juicy hips and arms having additional plastering, it was like the noise just… disappeared. No buzz, no mental space readying itself for an attack at every angle. Like before, laziness, with a touch of comfortability to better lure them both into a sense of safety. Though Dinah didn't care, ear barely flicked, chin barely jiggled in any direction that wasn't up and down with every second, third and fourth munching… The tigress could not. Additional meaty arms, thighs expanding and contracting into, albeit thickened, muscle- While she suffered the same weight gain as Dinah, it wasn't nearly as extensive. Good jiggle to the gut, with some slight sag around her predetermined perky chest, but nothing so serious as her partner. While the benefit of being able to actually sleep did come in clutch some days in between the weeks, it just didn't do much when she had to deal with the enormity that was this lynx.

Padding and layering, layering and padding. like a damn cake, kept bouncing her with more and more frosting, more and more additions to the already salted narrowing of the bones that would cry out to Svet if it had a VOICE. The neck was deep enough, two turning to three, then to four, the keyboard tackling her neck to a near standstill having enough palp to their name to likely be juiced and still have enough to last a village a month before starvation settled in. The cheeks on that girl were pinching, doughy in its form, bulbous in how it expanded and surrounding the face, her vision now settled through a ninety-degree angle from the way she complained thoroughly about being unable to see what's to the side of her.

“Gimme some help-” Then there was the fact that when she rested, she always liked to do so on her back. While excellent for sleep and posture, it wasn’t exactly the best when one’s ass is nearly good enough to act as a separate pillow each. “Come on, help me up!”

Their back wasn’t any better. Good cushioning shield from whatever blows may come, having enough fat to essentially NEGATE kinetic force, perhaps even enough to block bullets- But given that they could barely roll over enough to push themselves up from the very floor they snored upon was enough for Teeko to just- Sigh as she walked close, every day going forward becoming harder and harder and harder to lift this walking turtle up from her resting spot. Big butt, big gut, with an ego sizable enough for even the dullest pin needle to pop given enough force is applied. Too bad Teeko was A. Tired of even trying B. Too full from preventing her from consuming the hellishly increasing supply of ‘supplemental’ food they were being thrown their way for and C. Just wanting this to all be done and over with.

All three of which weren't going to happen. “Svet, look!” But at least, as a deathly good point, they weren’t hungry. Or unsafe. There was an ornate wooden door before them. Teeko was obviously a bit held back still, not willing to partake in a potential trap. Of course it wasn’t up to her. Five seconds of earth-shaking waddling later and suddenly, they could see within. “It’s like heaven!”

Vending machines, tables with cloth, a working kitchen sink that she was sure was absolutely flowing with clear water from the sound of it. “Push me in!” Of course, nothing is ever good and dandy when she has to assist this whale in every little thing that exists, including now helping her through the damn door. “Come on, it smells so good in there!”

“G-give me a second hun, you’re…”

Fucking Christ, this goddamn lardball was impossible. She can’t just PUSH her in, no, it's much harder than THAT. Due to her new size every day for the past couple of weeks, she had to essentially pull and push, slowly, each of the belly flabs through, pushing it in far enough for it to get stuck forward through the door, arms forward and then forcibly getting down under that grand tush to get actual leverage in. Anywhere else was just PLUSH, sweaty and remarkably wonderful smelling plush, but nonetheless heft she couldn’t actually grab onto. At least by this circular stretch mark forming pelvis crusher, she could dig deep, use her legs to get a better angle to get her in.

“Christ almighty, you’re too LARGE!”

Dinah gasps. “Say you, just PUSH me in!”

“No, you idiot, you’re too fucking big! You’re BLOCKING the damn door with just your ASS.”

“You got STUCKED by pillars!”

“And you’re STUCK in the doorframe!”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! Five minutes, five minutes of PUSHING and she barely got her an inch inward before both of their stomachs began to growl. It was irritating enough that she felt like she was starving, but to hear her own body echo the same sentiment was throttling Teek. “Just give me a second-” She’s gotta think. Her friend was just- Too much. “Come on, it's not THAT bad that you of all people should be struggling.” Dinah nervously chuckled. “Ffff- I can smell chocolate in there…”

“Just a couple more feet- ACK-”

And her immediate thought went to her legs. “Hey- OW! That hurts!” Dinah cried out, feeling every hearty kick actually reach past all that flab and right into what little muscle could be shown through. “STOP! STOP, THAT HURTS!”

“SHUT it, you’re almost through!”

It’s already irritating enough. This was the only way she could think to even get her close. Through all this eating, unlike that fatass, most of it was actually meaty, a solid quarter of it being fat of course, but most of it being transferred into good muscle thanks to her regimented workout sessions in between everything else. Thunder thighs, jumbo arms, with most of her movement intact, the only partial part of it lost to actual physical strength, as shown through the fact that she FINALLY managed to push her in.

And right into a chocolate fountain. “Mmm~” And to an immediate effect, just… forgot the red mark on her backside. “God, this is- immaculate!”

And slobbery. There was chocolate sauce all over her body, the naked tush she had kicked in exposed to Svet, an earnest blush across the face betraying her contextual ‘disgust’ as she watched this blob gobble up whatever amount of sauce she could get from this slightly towering fountain. She’ll… Leave her be for now. No reason to actually look over her, especially once she gets like this. “I’m not about to get yelled at again for the fourth time this week.” Especially by a hippo. Now… As much as she argues against the food here, she does require sustenance enough to get her going. So… Let’s see.

Sink full of almond water, vending machine filled with a listing of items with no coin slot, fridge to the side jam packed with, of course, burgers for the two of them to gobble on and a bed and table off to the side just big enough for the both of them to get a good rest in. She nodded. “Of course, of course…” Wasn’t like it wasn’t obvious before, suppose as an added effect of this place she STILL hasn’t gotten a name out of regarding symbols or at least stuff written on the walls, though she supposes it didn’t seriously matter. Place did want them bigger and by what she could see before and now, wanted them beyond what sizes they were currently at-

What limit was another question entirely.
“Mmm…” One look down gave her enough info. Like she noted before, she was meaty, extra so these past couple of weeks… But her gut was becoming closer and closer to the living slime behind her, who’s muffled wailing was cut short by another guzzling of chocolate sauce. She gave herself a poke and winced as she dug deeper and deeper, only stopping once she finally hit some muscle… which was beneath two phalanges worth of bone. “Damn it…” Even working out was not enough. She might have to cut back on assisting that creature she calls a friend before she ends up too big to help herself out, at least until she can properly settle this weight into something worthwhile or moreso. Now, to choose what she’ll have from this vending machine here.

Chocolate is good, but the candy bar looks and feels like an off brand hershey chocolate bar, one of which she didn’t personally enjoy herself. She hummed as her eyes looked over the chips, but salty wasn’t what she required. “Come on, something cooler, something better than salt.” She mumbled, ears perking to the sound of sloshing, but otherwise ignoring it. There were some… skittles? Rainbow pieces of candy that smelled awfully sugary, much like the grandiose king-sized bedding she had waffling about in that little fountain of hers. A tiny, wooden keg in the bottommost corner caught her attention, surrounded in plastic purple wrappings, one of which she pressed her stubby index finger into for, fizzed and bubbled like it was close to exploding, dropped immediately and traded for almond water- She does not want to know any of the dire effects of trying to consume such a thing.

She settled for the chips. Marshmallows didn’t taste good, the chocolate bar looking even less so and considering the lessening need to… Well, inquire on how edible the drink below her was, she wasn’t exactly open when it came to options. At least the chips had some barbecue seasoning on them… “God damn, can you shut up back there?” She snipped, head turning… Face dropping. Her hands drop the bag of chips and water. “WHAT THE-”

“Don’t say a fucking word.”

TEN MINUTES, IT'S BEEN T E N minutes! HOW!? “WH- how, why?!” Half the room, HALF of which was the size of a normal office space, GONE, disappeared, under a newfound wall, roof and floor that was slipping closer and closer to her. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“S-SHUT IT, I’m HUNGRY!”

“You goddamn BLOB!”

“THATS-”

“You HIPPO!”

They whined as they tried and failed to reach for the mysteriously propped up hose spurting the good stuff all over her. SOMEHOW, someway, she managed to grab ahold of one of MANY ‘pipings’ leading up the mysteriously placed fountain and STICK it in her MOUTH to CHUG. “I TOLD YOU, MULTIPLE TIMES, ‘YOU’RE GETTING TOO BIG’.” Teeko screamed, baring her teeth at the cloth-free blob. “NOW LOOK AT YOU!”

“I- IT’S- I’M NOT THAT BIG!”

“YES.” She poked a finger into her belly, “YOU ARE!”

Her head feels so light- “SHUT UP! The gray cat snipes back. “You were supposed to help me, you were supposed to be my friend! Yet all I’m hearing is that you’ve been against me just keeping myself mentally SANE here.” No... no, that’s- “All I’m hearing is that you've AGAINST me.”

“How the hell is that fair?!”

Ugh- “I’m STRESSED, under DURESS and this is how you treat me?!” Idiot, idiot, idiot… “For all that talking about weight, you sure seem to forget the amount of food you’ve stolen from me in some shitty attempt to keep me hungry!”

“Well guess what? We now have an infinite amount of goods to sustain me and your fatass, so how’ that- MMM?!”

Did… did that hose just move? “Uh-” As it turns out, it did. It not only moved, but it moved in the closest direction where it could plug itself back up, keep itself from wasting so much of what was a delicious slurry of sticky liquids. Too bad the one place where a hole was present was right in the mouth. Their arms moved but couldn’t reach over their chest. Not like it mattered when their lips looked like it was SUCTIONED. “Good god…” Which meant only one thing.

Growth.

Teeko begins packing up quickly, throwing in whatever she could as the clothes on that cat began to tear from the seams. “MMM! MMM!?” She didn’t bother to try and help her. This place made it plenty obvious what it wanted, and she was going to provide none of that. “N-MMMMHMHM?!”

“Sorry, I-”

She can’t do anything for her. The fur stretched out, touching and reaching more into the room they were in. “I-” Then another hose grabbed hold of that maw, then another and another- “Goodbye friend.”

“I'll see you on the other side.”

It was only after the fifth hose that she finally left the room and began running. Not bothering to close the door was a good thing, as the walls, the door as well, burst wide open, the yellow rooms and carpentry replaced with a tidal wave of gray fur and lardy fat. Like a living, growing boulder, it was evident through the mass that every part of that syrup forced her once friend into gulping and then digesting at an enhanced rate. Not like it mattered, when half the rooms she was making a mad dash through were being thrown into disarray. “DAMN IT!” And it certainly didn’t help that her body was actively working against her. Breast sag, though slight, kept going up and down, rhythmically sliding alongside the breadbasket filled stomach, ass no different as the sound of plaps echoed alongside the gurgling lard-tide. Her ears perk to a sound, sliding around the corner, skirting and throwing herself around the corner before a wall could rupture with a tit throwing itself in the room behind her.

“I AM NOT GONNA DIE TO SOME BREAST!”

At least for now… She picks herself back up, running through the next room over, only to pause immediately. “A hole?! This wasn’t here- Fucking.”? The place was trying to trap her. Not happening. She may be lardy herself, but she was still FIT! “HI-YAH!”

She leaps over the hole with no predetermined distance and makes the jump, barely. “GOGOGOGO!” She needs guaranteed safety, guaranteed distance to keep AWAY from that fatty. She takes a right, then a left, then heads straight- “UGH!” And gets hit by a whimsically enlarged breast tissue that sends her flying right into the next two rooms over. “Not dead… not dead.”

But definitely not comfortable. She looks at her slacked arm, pokes at it as she picks the pace back up and heads off. “Damn it.” It’s dislocated. She grabs her plush shoulder with equally sausage fingers and lifts. “UGH!”

Fixed. Now for her next challenge: Pillars. She had been here, weeks before, suffering through having to squeeze through it at a much, much lower size. But the piles of lard behind her was a much more dangerous task to handle- “Cmon cmon-” She squeezes her body in. Every fold, every inch of fat, every part of her lush body, poked… prodded. Her floppy behind being prone to getting things stuck between, the pillars served as an example of what would happen should anything decide to stick their head too close, cheeks rubbing and then, absolutely CRUSHING the damn things into harsh splitters that barely did much to her, Teeko squooshy abdomen much doing the same, as with the lacking space, her body decided to MAKE space. One turned to three, then to six, ten… Didn’t really matter the lack of room for her body required to move through when her lower half did one part while her battle swinging food baby did the rest. While embarrassing, it was better than what was behind.

The breast kept expanding outwards, miles upon miles of cleavage clearing through the rooms and walls and becoming one with the area in question. Luckily, she didn’t have to deal with that.

Unluckily, she’d have to deal with something far worse.

She saw the roof of this place crack as she kept pushing through the cracks between the pillars, the doughy kneading center showing itself through, showcasing what was once her most trusted ally. Blob wasn’t it, mountainous however… “Dear god…” She needs to get out of here. Now. She squeezes through the last of it, feet pressing forward, eyes still on the crackling ceiling. As she passed into the next room, she heard the roof suddenly drop, gurgles emanating across the halls as the stomach began to thrust itself around, jiggling deluge causing the already increasingly lowering amount of space to just drop like a salaryman in Japan. “NONONO!”

Her next quest? Avoid the flash flood of embiggening, move until she eventually found an area safe enough to gather her thoughts better. “EEK-” She felt fur brush against her feet and to an immediate reaction, picked the pace up. “HOW MUCH ARE YOU EATING GIRL?!”

Alot. Likely, alot. She couldn’t see her, but she was likely more than massive enough to cause half of whatever this place was supposed to be to come crumbling down on top of her, considering the space surrounding was lacking a damn ROOF now. “Wait… is that..” A door? Yes, with an exit sign above no less. “YES YES YES!”

It's far to the right, likely around Dinah. Though she hasn’t seen much of that ass, she can’t imagine it isn’t far behind. After all, that girl had an hourglass figure to her name and given she can’t even SEE yellow behind her, it likely wasn’t long until two orbital dropships in the form of orb-forming buttcheeks came dropping down on top of her, if what was behind her didn’t do it first.

Her feet pick up the face, her lungs on fire, sweat tickling the skin with heat palpable enough to burn her alive. She wasn’t used to running with this weight, she wasn’t used to lifting so much of herself off the ground, resulting in stomping rather than the light taps to the ground, arms barely able to lift above her chest. She was close, so close, the taste of mahogany just a lick away from being her ticket out of this hellhole. As she reaches out, hand extended, nails almost TOUCHING the doorknob-

She grasps it and twists. “Fucking- WHAT?!” There was nothing. Not literally, but… This was an elevator shaft, empty of any wiring, of any elevator in question, of any sampling regarding a quick ride up or down. Just a drop into the abyss, with no actual way of knowing whether or not there was an actual bottom. “A…”

A deathtrap by what definitions she could run by. She turns to her left first, then to her right. A pair of ass, wobbling, threatening… The creases of those cheeks likely WELL above her head with the sound of crackling wood. This was a joke right? Something hard hitting, something harsh to the mind as it was to the soul? A dark joke that had a funny ending, yes? She turns again- Left and right, eyes grazing an end by the smashing of two cheeks clapping together with a thunderous roar, her body squished between, rubbed and fondled without care between the drop she wasn’t even half sure would lead to her actual safety. “... Death by ass is just embarrassing.” She admitted, leaning forward and then-

Falling.